MICRO MONDAY • TWISTED TALE
I Filmed a Sex Scene With the Director’s Wife
Unfortunately, she had other ideas.
“I’m so nervous,” I said, adjusting my genital guard.
“Why? It’s no big deal,” Jolene said. “You’ve done sex scenes before, haven’t you?”
My eyes darted to her exposed chest and back to her eyes.
“But your husband is the director. And he’s not somebody to mess with,” I said.
Her husband, Frank, had a long history in filmmaking. He was part of a well-known crime family. The kind everybody knew about, but nothing was ever done because of their influence. I knew it was a risk taking the job. But I was desperate.
“Clear the fuckin’ floor!” Frank shouted.
“You ready, hun?” she asked, placing her hand on my shoulder.
I could feel my cock straining under the guard.
“Yeah,” I nodded.
Jolene crawled onto the bed, her tits swaying back and forth. My eyes moved to her ass and then to her pussy.
Fuck!
“Jolene, where’s your guard?” I whispered.
“Don’t need it if you have one,” she smiled, looking back at me.
“Get ready for the doggy fuck scene. Remember asshole, that’s my wife,” Frank boomed.
My heart thundered in my chest.
“Cut the lights. Turn on the neon,” one of the crew called out.
The makeshift motel room went dark. A neon sign flickered red outside the fake window. Inner city ambience appeared from the hidden speakers.
“Okay,” I whispered, climbing behind her.
I grabbed her hips, my fingers sinking into her soft skin. Her pussy glistened in the strobing flash of the light.
“Take this off,” Jolene whispered.
Before I could say anything, she reached between her legs and tugged my genital guard off.
“Fuck!” I whispered as my rock-hard erection jumped out.
Jolene wrapped her hand around my shaft and stroked it a few times.
“What the fuck?” I said, pulling her hand off.
“Nice and hard,” she said.
“Give me the guard,” I said.
“No. Frank wants it to be realistic,” she said.
“There is no way he asked for this,” I said.
“He did. Said I should do it right before, so you don’t have a chance to chicken out,” she said.
Jolene tugged at my cock until my tip pressed between her engorged pussy lips. My heart raced. My first instinct was to dart out. But if I caused delays with filming, Frank would kill me.
“And… action!” Frank shouted.
There was no turning back. Jolene pushed her body back, and my cock squeezed right into her fleshy opening.
“Uh, yes!” she cried out. “Fuck me, baby!”
I grabbed her hips and started fucking her hard. Jolene’s pussy gripped my cock as I pounded her with vigorous force. Her labia folded in and out each time I thrust myself into her. The wet sound of our fucking filled the studio.
“Harder, harder! Destroy my cunt!” she cried out.
The camera circled us and focussed on her body as I railed her from behind.
I slammed myself into her, watching her ass bounce against my pelvis.
Flup! Flup! Flup!
“Ah, fuck, fuck!” she cried out.
Her body started quivering. At first, I thought she was doing a fantastic job of faking an orgasm. But then her pussy throbbed around my shaft, and I could feel her wetness running down my legs. That was enough to send me over the edge.
I dug my fingers into her body and grunted. I felt my cock twitching as I emptied my balls deep into her fertile womb. I fucked her for a few more seconds until I pulled my cock out. My semen oozed out of her onto the bed.
“Cut!” Frank shouted.
My hands were shaking, and my heart was beating so fast I thought I’d pass out.
“Excellent job. Most realistic sex scene I’ve ever filmed!” Frank shouted.
My heart dropped.
“Realistic?” I uttered.
I rushed to clean up the mess before the lights came on.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mumbled.
Jolene turned over and faced me, her legs wide. My sticky mess still clung to her thick lips. She smiled.
“You’re mine now.”
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